A Room of One's Own and the Importance of Space in time and the Physical World

A recent fascination with Virginia Woolf, triggered by a Woman's Hour Podcast last week, prompted me to find my workspace and set it up as I had wanted.

That along with a retrospective piece by Danielle Laporte, finally shone some light on the movement.

Finally space in my schedule. A weekend followed by a three-day holiday midweek, followed by a weekend, meant there was enough time to take care of the daily bits and pieces that had been weighting me, allowed me to rest and get out and nourish myself with art and the countryside and sweet time with my husband, watching films at night and never drinking too much. By day three - I was more than ready to create the space I needed to create my space and fill it with my desk, my images and check all the boxes of natural light, a view of some green.

Having had the living room re-papered last month, our home had been in a state of disarray for weeks and weeks and, while I was not ready to make the furniture decisions that were required to put it all back together, the bits and pieces adrift in the spare bedroom, which also doubles as my room and space, were beginning to weigh me down.

As my husband's desk was one of the items moved from the living room, which also opened the living room space up in a way that we both agreed was positive, he had quite simply moved onto my sacred desk. He's like that. It's all his. He wouldn't think to ask. I call it 'King' behaviour. I began to crave my desk space back, but was also hatching a plan to hijack HIS desk and take it for my own and setting up the space I had been visualising. This he agreed to - he's so great and lets me move around as I need to.

So now, having removed a set of shelves, I have it. My space, next to the window. Where the blessed rain, which in turn created space for me to stay home today, hits the tarmac of my tiny garden and illuminates the plants that grow outside my window.

A small illusion of a vision much grander, a pocket of sanctity where I can come and be with myself and enjoy the quiet and the calm of this moment.